Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.